Chapter 87

Iris

The note sits on the vanity like it’s daring me to ignore it.

Dinner. One hour. Wear something beautiful. —L

A dinner invitation from my corrupted mate.

Should be fun... or terrifying. I can’t decide. I just stare at the elegant handwriting while brushing my red hair. Slow and methodical, like I’m brushing knots out of my thoughts.

Why is Lucien acting like this is normal?

Is the corrupted pa